you feel lonesome feel of me I got lots of heartaches and all that misery So don't feel bad If you think you feel lonesome feel of me Touch and feel
Traduzione: Roger Miller. Feel Of Me.
I pop New York with a dot til import The art then the craft, will split you in half I'm a Hurricane you a Miller Genuine Draft While you push a S-Class
And you'll find yourself alone Lock, stock and teardrops I'll be gone I can't go on The way you make me feel You make me cry And every time expect me
the way I feel Love someone and loved her dearly Spoke sweet words she didn't hear me Left me here heartsick and lonely That's the way I feel To cry
l feel l loved someone and loved her dearly Spoke sweet words, she didn't hear me, Left me here heart-sick and lonely That's The Way l Feel To
you touch Well it might just be a lesson for the hasty heart to know Maybe leavin's not the only way to go Maybe lay and let your feelings grow accustomed
touch Well, it might just be a lesson For the hasty heart to know Maybe leavin's not the only way to go Maybe lay and let your feelings grow accustomed
a whiff, please all ya senses in this rap shit they call me God's apprentice cuzz they say the kid got the hardest sentence feelin like a pitch from Roger
new school I'm speaking in tongues try translating voodo hold up let me start again undefeated shirt, Levis, and a Mr. Rogers cardigan is a hella of a feeling
streets ever since I was a toddler Playing cops and robbers always was a robber In my neighbourhood all day like mr.rogers Now a lil taller hip hop monster Eight legged flow you can call me
in sun-suits Drivin' daddy wild Lovely to look at Beautiful to see Looking like her mummy Looking up at me Can it be the sun Makes me feel so
a room that's warm and cosy and a place for me to stay Somewhere there's a lady who is all inside a woman Who will love me for my goodness and just
of the grocer's machine They built the dark satanic mills That manufacture hell on earth They bought the front row seats on Calvary They are irrelevant to me
pop New York with a dot till import The art then the craft, will split you in half I'm a Hurricane you a Miller Genuine Draft While you push a S-Class
Hey hey little star I don't know how far away you are But tell me how does it feel to stand that close to heaven Hey little star see the tears that I'
feel so forgotten Think I'll pick up my heart and go home Someplace where you'll never find me A place where I can leave your memories behind me Once again you've got me
this old town On the move honey that's my groove travel everywhere breathing in the air I don't have a care in this old world and I feel fine everything
